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NOMADIC MOONS

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Rolling my shoulders back,
I looked up over the carbon black.
Where stood the silver moon
Seeing which my heart bloomed.
And just then a thought roomed
That you too must be seeing this silver moon.
With this thought I began to croon
The song which we two had tuned.
But soon the moon was veiled with gloom
And I lost the sight of my silver moon.

Clouds stretched over long distance
And poisoned my heart with doubts of his existence.
But I’d forgot;
That the moon too travels from the other part
As he too has to show up
To heal my bleeding heart.

They say that your life is like this nomadic moon.
One moment you’re with me and in the other I’ve to lose you.
And with this my life gets so untuned.
But I’ll wait for the pass of this monsoon.
As I remember you’ve promised to see me soon.

Poetry & Illustration – Disha Bhosale

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THE MESSAGE

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It was 0342 hours in the clock.
He dropped few words and left…
Left her for the call.
“I’m leaving now.
Love you.
And it’s true.”
Was his message,
As short as the time spent with her.
But he’d no clue
That even his three lines
Would tint her nights deep blue.

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The Message

Poetry & Illustration – Disha Bhosale

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NOMADIC MOONS

3 Comments

Rolling my shoulders back,
I looked up over the carbon black.
Where stood the silver moon
Seeing which my heart bloomed.
And just then a thought roomed
That you too must be seeing this silver moon.
With this thought I began to croon
The song which we two had tuned.
But soon the moon was veiled with gloom
And I lost the sight of my silver moon.

Clouds stretched over long distance
And poisoned my heart with doubts of his existence.
But I’d forgot;
That the moon too travels from the other part
As he too has to show up
To heal my bleeding heart.

They say that your life is like this nomadic moon.
One moment you’re with me and in the other I’ve to lose you.
And with this my life gets so untuned.
But I’ll wait for the pass of this monsoon.
As I remember you’ve promised to see me soon.

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Nomadic Moons

Poetry & Illustration – Disha Bhosale

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Copyright 2016 by Disha Bhosale. Reproduction of any Posts / Photographs published on this blog – ‘armytalesblog’ is strictly prohibited without a written permission or consent from the person. All Rights Reserved.